Month: February 2016

Good Girl Gone

February 27, 2016

The silence is deafening as haggard hands open bleak bedroom door, exhausted eyes encounter a She shaped space where She slept before. Tired fingers fold forlorn fabrics – clothes a good girl wore. Her absence attacks again, digs deep down to a crumbling core. Tidying torturously, duelling dust demons with battered broom, I try to … More Good Girl Gone

Picked

February 22, 2016

She takes tasty tea leaves from China; as for eggs, exclusively dappled duck. Her milk must surely be soya bean, declines dairy whenever I cook. Wears soft silk skirts on sensitive skin; only dons diamonds mined in Middle Earth. She seeks select spices from Sri Lanka, takes time to take account of their worth. Her … More Picked

The Eyes Have It

February 6, 2016

If you could see you through my eyes then dear, crystal clear you’d see a vision bright and beautiful – witness what you mean to me. If you could capture confidence, if you could really realise. If you could see you through my eyes. If you could see you through my eyes and glimpse my … More The Eyes Have It